You take the dog   I'll take the Galaxy 500   You get the cat   I get the couch you don't want anymore      You take the fish   I'll take the bone   You take the dishes    While you're at it take my soul   But things ain't so bad   Cause i got a galaxy 500      You get the house    I get a cheap motel room   You get a friend   Nut that should not matter to me anymore   You have a thang he's just a friend   I can't believe that this is the end   But things aint so bad   Cause I got a Galaxy 500   Galaxy 500 in a Galaxy 500   Galaxy 500      I'm in my own galaxy 1973   In my own galaxy   You probably would have wanted this too   But it's not air conditioned   No it's not air conditioned   No it's not air conditioned   No it's not air conditioned   It's not air conditioned      Open the trunk   All of my dirty laundry   All of my junk in the yard   And scattered out into the street   You have the thing with my old guitar   I can't believe that you took it this far   But things ain't so bad    Cause i got a Galaxy 500   Galaxy 500   In a Galaxy 500   Galaxy 500   In a galaxy 500